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“Sir? Sir?” I heard a woman say. I was happy where I was, but her voice was insistent. I opened my eyes, but the bright light made me close them instantly. I then tried slower so I wouldn't be blinded. “We've landed Sir,” the flight attendant tells me. She was wearing a retro orange outfit that the airline was using to bring back the perceived elegance of the early nineteen sixties. “We will start teleporting soon,” she informed me as I stretched and yawned. Once she turned away, she found another passenger in their pod to rouse. I woke up my tablet and saw that I had a message from Ryan saying that he was home. It was also twenty-one degrees Celsius, if you wanted to venture outside. Then the list of today's fashions if you wanted a change from what you wore the day before. Since I was going home, I didn't feel like being fussy, and kept the robe I had put on when I went to sleep for my flight. It was always too cold on these flights to sleep in just nightwear, never m...

“It’s here!” Banner shouted as he rushed back into our bedroom. “What’s here?” I asked him as I turned away from the overly bright window. I woke up early for work and sex and this was neither. “The letter from Combs,” he informed me. “Jaasonn,” Banner whined when he was in the room again and possibly looking at my back. I was trying not to think of what letter our boss could be sending us. I loved my job, but I like keeping most of my job separate from my none work hours, but I guess I was lousy at it since I was dating my work partner, going to co-worker’s baby shower post birth, and helping before mentioned boyfriend to clean out The Nest after work, before coming home for the past two weeks. “What?” I answered back, trying to sound less juvenile than Banner did. “We have official permission to occupy The Nest to keep a more regular presence in the area,” I heard him say. It also sounded like he was reading. I opened my eyes in slight confusion before turning onto my back to look in...

Despite what Uncle Ian had said, he, nor Max, got to fill me with their cocks that first night. They fucked my hands until they came as they kissed me in turn. My ass was pulled apart, spread open, licked, and rimmed constantly.  When one more squeak couldn't be forced out of me, we finally stopped. Max got up and was back with a large warm mug of honey-sweetened tea that I slowly sipped as Uncle Ian fell asleep holding me.  Once my cup was empty, Max eased me into another kissing session and position.   "I missed you," he said quietly when he pulled back and looked into my eyes.  "I thought that you would have missed me enough to have fucked me when I first got here," I told him in return. I rubbed my palm over his chest before I inched closer.  "You've been gone for months," Max told me. "We missed you, but we aren't going to hurt you. Besides," he paused to look over my face. "It's your first day. We needed to loosen you u...

Something warm and wet was slowly waking me up. It was smooth and moving around my crotch, I realized, as I continued to become more conscious and tried to understand what it was before I saw it. Then it really sank in that it was around my cock, and before I freaked out and shouted in horror as I jumped out of bed, I realized it had to be Sam and relaxed. "Sam?" I asked as I turned my head to where I think his face would be and slowly opened my eyes. Instead of looking into his eyes like I thought, I saw his hand as he wiped me up with a washcloth. A nice warm washcloth. I closed my eyes for a second before trying to find Sam's face again. I followed his hand to his shoulder and then just to the right I saw the top of his black head of hair. He appeared to be as naked as I was. Sam was looking at what he was doing. I was already spread open a little, but I shifted my butt and widened my legs a little more as I watched him. Sam bent his head and kissed my hip as he co...

(Original post date - 4/12/14) Ok, I've made a decision and a cover. First the cover, since it was part of my decision.  Yes, I have decided to put all those little bits that I may come up with in this theme, into one 'book' so to speak. So some will be incest stories, but not all will be. But they will be about or centered around shota.  Shota or Shotacon =   D escribes an attraction to young boys, usually from an adult individual.  The usage of the term in both Western and Japanese fan cultures includes works ranges from  explicitly pornographic  to mildly suggestive, romantic or entirely nonsexual.  A cutoff of "about 15" has been suggested as the dividing line between shotacon and  shōnen-ai . Shonen-ai aka yaoi.  The boy in the first story is 15, so I haven't really gone any where yet. I don't really think that I can go younger than 15 myself. So if I don't, I'll take out the word shota before putting up the c...

I said that I wouldn’t do this anymore, so why am I here again? Being dressed up as a girl to get past the coach is embarrassing. I don’t care that they all say I look cute in the skirt. “Ohh…,” I try to keep my eyes from rolling back. This is only the third guy. I have at least ten others to go today. I continue to move my hips back into his crotch. Ok. I know why I’m still doing this as I feel him slam into my ass and stir up all the cum that was already in me. ===== I seemed to have missed this one. Maybe I thought it was too short at the time. 

I’ve gotten around to writing another short story for the set. You can blame more bad porn for giving me the idea for this one. I started it a few weeks back on the laptop and I just sat down and finished it this morning.  === I found myself seated on an airplane with my family. I looked across the aisle and there was my Mum with my sister Kimberly. I looked to my left and there was my step dad Mark. He was looking through those things that they stuff in the back of the seats for passengers to read. Safety procedures, a menu if you felt like paying more, a barf bag and one or two airline magazines.   I felt like we had been in the air for a while since I kept twisting my body to ease up on parts of my arse. Once again another male steward walks past our seats and I watched his arse in the tight black pants he was wearing. He stopped to talk with another one about four seats down and I watched them talk for a little bit before I looked at his back and saw that he was we...